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Fish – no chips

No chops, no chips, the fish alone
here is a sculpture put on stone.
Not used to symbolize grand schemes
fish remains fish, not what it seems.

The open court invites to touch:
you feel the fish is cold as such.
Its tail is seen as the strong end;
were it alive it could still bend.

The healthy meat would turn out white,
the fish bone mostly no delight.
Today we know that fish include
nano plastic, which is rude.

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The way how people treat nature and handle their lives presents a full range of cases to think about. So it’s no wonder that photos and pictures inspire me to express such thoughts in concise rhymes. The pandemic standstill seems to provoke even more deeply to enjoy the varieties of a life that is still brimming. This is the reason why this book, like all my others, expresses the current feeling of our contemporary life with its specific problems.

Autorin: Anne Reimerdes
Taschenbuch: 69 Seiten
ISBN-13: 979-8508232825
Erschienen: 22. Mai 2021

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